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On all the sleep I've lost over the last twenty years. Tonight I was a secret agent driving a convertible through the streets of Moscow, waving at an old friend from elementary school who was on the roof of a building a few doors down from my destination, a guest in an elegant room, putting all my personal effects in shipshape order, suffering the intrusions from other guests jealous of my really nice room, and ending up being foreman for their logging project because they were clueless and going to cut down those trees.
So I saved lives while restoring my crumpled old self.
pipe up any time....
